but why do you make 'em so emotional, and other minor things I guess it's your way of sayin we gotta love 'em and gotta praise 'em cause without 'em
A lot of power and strength locked away in prison Yeah yellow journalism cause we delete love And push the word in our songs And we're back where we belong Chorus Verse three
the songs that we sing Everything is real not just a song that we sing From my life to the paper, very accurately Give you all of my two so maybe you can three
break the illusion, confusion [Tekitha] Keep on fightin, strivin, survivin, survivin [Verse Three: uncredited - possibly Priest] Now see I'm livin just to die without
and you can't comprehend When your mind won't wiggle and your knees won't bend Music ain't nothin' but a people's jam It's DJ Run, DMC rockin' without
of them Gas drinking, piston clinking, air polluting, smoke belching Four wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention I'm about to sing your song
you reminiscin and missin, that fool in your picture Call me Bossalinie BITCH without the Mo's at shows And FUCK dose who oppose (why?) we runnin them hoes three
player says a word, the second player must say a word beginning with the last character (syllable) of the first player's word, the third playe T say a
not carry on without you. Saying these three simple words Once again...I love you You ruined everything I cared for. Fuck you. But now these are my final words
is here to stay And you know if I was a book I would sell 'Cuz every curve on my body got a story to tell Yeah, word 'em up, word 'em up 'Cuz I'm so
This summerr was the best I've ever had I never want to see it end So let's pretend that we're never going back home again Just say those three words
the 14th Amendment says "No state shall deprive any person of life Liberty or property, without due process of law" Mr. Man, we want to end this letter with three words
one two three four come on girls get on the floor A come alive, ya'll a gimme what ya got 'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock I said one two three
your brain cant take those days away i dont realy know what to do and i dont realy know what to say. three days go by without a word or hey cant help
Kim fox, her chest like a little windbox press tight on the trigger of this glock Swallow that little shit you got left to help you eat You knock Pac's songs without
fox, her chest like a little windbox press tight on the trigger of this glock Swallow that little shit you got left to help you eat You knock Pac's songs without
sung his final song The grand turk of senoa Always gets his english wrong He could just say "shallaballa" But he'd say that word three times
